Sunday, 20 August 2017

Still here



A few years ago Blogger and Flickr were my two favourite things on the internet. I had a laptop so blogging was much easier.
When my laptop broke, it was the second one to fail to last more than 3 years. It cost over £300, not a lot by some standards but a lot for me.
We have a desktop computer, but it is not so easy to just have a quick session on the internet with sitting down at a desk and loading it up, plus the fact that m.o.h uses it to listen to horse racing. 
As a stop gap I got a tablet cheap, its a kindle fire but its too heavy and reflective for reading books so I just use it for the internet.






I have a kindle paper white for e-books but I'm finding I'm reading more and more 'real' books recently. Much quicker to pass them on as a recommendation and I enjoy browsing bookshelves far more than trying to find a new author on Amazon website. 
I work in a library. Most of the staff have e-readers as the library has a free e-book service, but we're hearing more and more people are coming back to paper books. Of course, the popular best selling e-books are as expensive as buying an actual book nowadays. 
Anyway. I digress!
I used to love downloading music and creating my own CDs on the laptop. 
I used to love uploading photos from my camera to Flicks. I don't do this anymore.
The kindle fire has a useless built in camera, then offers about 6 separate places to store your photos, so you can always find them until you are on a website and you press the upload button, which inevitability takes you to an unknown file.





Its hard to write this on the tablet as the keyboard hides the words as I am typing.

It's easy to press the wrong letter. Its difficult to get the words to centralise.
Sometimes I press and nothing happens.



So I don't do blogging much. I look at other peoples photos on Pinterest  and Instagram. I read blogs from people who don't have problems I have .




So I've lost a few pastimes I briefly enjoyed, but there's always a book to read, snuggled  up with a cat or three.

Monday, 22 May 2017

Lost in time

I haven't added anything on here this year, and now it's almost half way through.


We had a lovely, quiet Christmas. We drive to our favourite beach and walked, and collected sea glass, fossil crocodile scales and cowrie shells. We also had several early morning visits to a lovely cafe that overlooks one of the Island's ferry terminals. We always managed to get a window-side table, where we could watch the Christmas visitors leaving this lovely place to return to their jobs and daily life.



On New Years Day I rang my mum to wish her Happy New Year. I had gone to bed early, too tired to wait for the fireworks on the TV.  December 31st is the anniversary of my mum and dad's wedding. They went out for a meal! It is a rare event, but they had a lovely meal and my mum sounded full of hope for the new year, with plans for the garden and her hobbies


My mum told me my brother had a bad cold. The doctor said it was a virus, and there was nothing he could do apart from advise to drink water and take paracetamol.
Two weeks later my mum caught the same virus. Knowing what the doctor had said, she didn't bother him with her symptoms.
She died on 17th January.




Since then the weeks have been a blur. Every sunny day I think my mum has missed this. Every new little bird I see in the garden, I cannot tell her about.
Yesterday was my birthday, my first without my mum. No card from my dad, he has memory problems but even if he hadn't , my mum did all the card sending.
On my birthday we went to the cafe overlooking the ferry terminal for the first time since Christmas, and got our favourite seat by the window.


Then we walked on the beach, in the sun.
And now I have written something on here, for the first time this year, and my last entry, about sleepy cats, seems a lifetime away.
Life goes on. The swallows returned. The apple trees blossomed. The leaves emerged from their winter sleep. Flowers bloom. The sun shines. Birds sing.



But a bit of my head is stuck in Christmas still, and the last photo my mum sent me of her small and ancient tree with new lights, pink and blue and looking great!